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With Him MAG

July 11, 2016
By ScarletCity PLATINUM, High Ridge, Missouri
ScarletCity PLATINUM, High Ridge, Missouri
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With Him

The rocks at my window ring loud with truth
Of the boy waiting outside
In the cold,
Wet autumn.

He sits there, on the hood of his beat up red pickup
That never seems to start.
I race outside,
To meet him

There, in the bed of the truck is his dog
Named after a cat
Calico, it is
Poor dog

We get in the truck and drive along the road
The rocky cliffs by
The water
Cool, water

When we stop I put my head on his shoulder
And his hands play the guitar
With ease.
Simple song.

The moon smiles down on us, keeping me calm
With the last few moments
Of the dusk
I kiss him

The song repeats, but he’s blissfully unaware
The sweet, sweet melody
Keeping me grounded
In the truck

We start to drive again, back to my house.
Before my parents find out
I snuck out
With him


The author's comments:

It was my attempt to write a song... but I just couldn't put cords to it... so here it is... :)


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